Good Grief Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Tears poured from his eyes as he cried out, "How can I live without you, honey?" His words were full of sorrow and pain. It moved the people around us. Ethan's eyes turned red. He said through gritted teeth, "How can you be so heartless, Rosie? That's your mother! You could have saved her, but you let her die in front of you!" The reporters and netizens, who had been waiting nearby, rushed forward. Red paint was thrown at my head, and black garbage bags were dumped all over me. "Get out of the hospital! The hospital doesn't need a heartless monster like you! Get out!"

"I-I accidentally bumped into him." Jodie stood on the steps, looking down at us, but her voice sounded apologetic as she said, "I'm so sorry, Gisselle. I really didn't know he was behind me. I turned around and knocked into him by accident. Kyson, tell her I didn't do it on purpose." I turned to Kyson and stared at him, as if trying to burn a hole through him. Something in my gaze made his heart tighten. "Jodie…" Jodie walked up and took his hand. "Kyson, you believe me, right?"

Cody stammered as he scrambled onto the stage, "I-It was Kendra. She seduced me. I didn't have a choice." "Cody, what the hell?!" Kendra screamed, grabbing his shirt. Her face twisted in disbelief. However, he shoved her off without hesitation. Kendra collapsed to the floor, her makeup smudged by tears. After a long moment, she suddenly looked up at me with deep regret. "Lucas, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I was blind. I know I was wrong." She sobbed uncontrollably, gasping between words. My parents broke down too; their cries echoed through the event hall.

“Susie, we’ve long had nothing to do with each other, and I no longer hate you. So there’s nothing to forgive. “This isn’t worth my time, and I don’t need to give you any answer.” “No! Jason!” Susie screamed in anguish. “Please…” But my steps didn’t falter. Three months later, a news brief appeared in the local paper. [A stowaway woman on a fishing boat was reported to have jumped into the sea last night. Her body was washed ashore this morning…] When I saw the news, I was having a picnic in the garden with my family.

The phone was persistent, though. "Better take it, could be important," I said, chewing without a hint of annoyance. He picked up, and within moments, his face told me all I needed to know. It had to be that ever-present blast from his past, his childhood friend. After he ended the call, he turned to me with uncertainty in his eyes. "Yvonne's mom just passed out, and Yvonne's fresh off the plane. She's clueless about how things work at the hospitals here, and I—"

She slumped forward and rested her head on Iris's shoulder while placing a hand over Elizabeth's that was placed on her shoulder. "Thank you so much you two." She whispered and broke into soft sobs being hugged by her newfound family, feeling safe and secure. The three males stood in their place frozen trying to process what had happened. In the morning? Someone else? What? They looked utterly confused but worried as well. However before they could get caught by Elizabeth who was now looking around with her sharp cold gaze, they slipped the other way and walked towards the exit door.

"Good. Whether it leads anywhere or not, call it and try. Who knows, maybe it'll help us confirm who she is." Her colleague fiddled with the phone excitedly, then shook his head, a little wistful. "I've got a feeling this girl didn't come from much. Her phone's an old model, years out of date, and buffers if you try to watch a video on it. Usually, it's girls like that who come to the city to work. God only knows how her family's going to take the news once they find out." I turned my hopeful eyes on my mother. Right, Mom? Knowing I died like this, so horribly, would you feel even a little bit sad?

"Read it. This is what he never got the chance to tell you back then." Claire's hands trembled as she tore it open. Inside was a single sheet of paper—a critical condition notice. The date was from five years ago. The day I fell from that balcony. She realized then—I really had walked through death's door. I'd come that close. Tears splashed onto the paper, soaking through in dark spots. The grief she'd been holding back for so long finally broke loose. She sobbed like her chest was caving in. She had my body cremated that day.

“Men make mistakes.” I went quiet, completely shocked. “He didn’t cheat with a woman,” I said slowly. “He cheated with a man. Jeff is gay.” There was silence at the other end of my line immediately she heard those words. For a second, I thought she finally understood. Then she sighed. “Alisa, stop being dramatic.” My grip on the phone tightened. “I saw it myself, mum. He is gay. He was sleeping with Aiden.” “And even if it’s true,” she continued, like she hadn't heard me, “that is not something you throw your marriage away for. Do you know what a divorce will do to our family name?”

Brian didn't look at me again. He turned on his heel and stormed out, and a few moments later, the sound of his car speeding away echoed from downstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door he had slammed shut, my hands shaking. It wasn't out of fear. It was because I suddenly realized he couldn't even be bothered to invent a lie anymore. My phone buzzed with a reply from my best friend. [Good timing. I have something to tell you, too. I think Brian has another family. I was away on a business trip yesterday and saw him at an amusement park with a woman and a little boy.]